"What?" asked Connie from her spot on the couch, looking at the TV.
"When you were talking to your sister, it seemed I could only understand what you were saying...?" he answered, almost not liking what he was saying.
"...what?" Connie said shocked, is that even possible?
"I will not repeat myself to you." He said annoyed, and still waiting for a proper explanation.
"Umm, well I don't know how that happened... What language do you speak?" she asked a little worried.
"Arabic." He said looking at her more intently now.
"..." what the fuck? He's talking English, not Arabic. She thought concerned. How the heck is that even possible.
"Altair, listen, you're talking English, not Arabic." She said confused.
"I know what I am speaking woman, and you are speaking it as well." He said completely confident, maybe he wasn't lying...
"Are you sure?" she asked again trying to ignore the part where he called her a woman, and not by her name.
"I told you, I am not repeating myself." He answered, more annoyed than ever now.
"Okay, geez." She said grabbing the remote from Altair. He stared at her for a moment, then at his hand where the remote once was. He then grumbled and glared at her from under his hood, while she changed the channel. She changed it to the history channel of course.
The day continued like this, just the two of them watching TV. Neither one of them uttered a word, and soon Connie left to go make dinner, leaving Altair with the TV once again.
He slowly grabbed the remote once again, and changed the channel. He liked this contraption, -this TV- a lot. It made him feel in power with his ability to change the channel whenever he wanted, mute it whenever he wanted, and turn it off. It was the most obedient little contraption yet.
He had finally figured out what the woman's name was; Connie. It had been the only thing he could understand from her sister, since it was a name. Amusement, annoyance, and Connie's name were the only things he got from Connie's sister; Lyla. Amusement from the show at the front door, and annoyance, at how loud she talked; he couldn't hear the TV.
Getting bored now, he headed to the kitchen silently, looking to see what Connie was doing. She had another pot on the stove and he had no idea what she was cooking, so he turned his attention to her. She was standing with her back towards him, looking out her kitchen window at the blue sky. Something dark walked past his feet than, and he quickly looked down. It was a cat.
He looked up again, and watched as it slowly walked over to Connie. Once it was there, it sat down and began to rub its face on her leg. He smirked as he watched her get startled by the cat, almost falling over.
"Meesha! Are you going to be doing this today too?" said Connie with a laugh, she then noticed Altair there though, but thought nothing of it. She then bent down to pet her cat, petting it in a loving matter, before standing back up and washing her hands. She then headed back to the two pots on the stove.
"Altair were going to be having pasta again, though it's going to be different. As in different sauce." She finished, stirring one of the pots.
"Alright." Was his only reply as he headed to the stool to sit down, Connie still stirring the stuff.
Altair huffed than; he might as well make a conversation, as there was nothing for him to do. He couldn't go climb anything, and the only person he could talk to was her, so his options were rather limited, though, talking to her wasn't that bad.
